This is a song about "What if i never oick up the phone"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Say i went and never came back, what would the story be?

So just pocket your phone, i don't even care if you smash it, just turn it off.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But the pain of what happened i could never fully kill.

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again